Standard (EADGBE)
Hear that lonesome whip poor will
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is winding low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've never seen a night so long
Where time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry.
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The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I'm so lonesome I could cry.